Third person's POV
Over the past week, George’s father had been watching his son intently. When he had first realized what was developing between George and Moxie, his reaction had been immediate, though restrained, because from his perspective, timing mattered, and there had never been a worse one than the middle of a crucial season.
He had expected distraction. He had expected late practices, careless mistakes, a shift in priorities that would confirm every concern he had carried for years about relationships interfering with discipline. It was a pattern he had seen before, not just in others, but in George himself, brief entanglements that ended just as quickly the moment pressure increased, because hockey had always come first, whether George admitted it or not. But this time, it di
